#verѕe: AU | NO APOCALYPSE .✵. we lιɢнт ιт υp ; we woɴ'т coмe dowɴ!

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——————  ❝ WE NEED A SERIOUS GUM cartel at this school. ❞

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     ❝ Let’s get wasted. ❞

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     ❝ The secret cult of girls at a sleepover. What do they do? Spin the bottle? Make out? Makeovers? Sacrifices? Espionage? ❞

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     ❝ Too chicken shit to ask her out, so I made it happen. ❞

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     ❝ There’s only one thing ya do when it’s a day like this: watch scary movies. ❞

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    ❝ It’d be pretty cool to play a game tonight. ❞

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HEADACNON. the stabbing / hospital stay.

As someone who struggled with an abusive relationship turned attempted murder, the entire experience would leave him messed up. Not only would he spend days in the hospital to recover (their concern being over his mental health as a troubled youth at a tender age of sixteen, and the fact he suddenly had his mood descend from neutral to despondent), but his arm had nearly been the death of him. The cut had nicked an artery and, had he not been taken to the hospital as quickly as they had, he’d of died on campus.

Food would go untouched for the first two days after the surgery, gaze would stare at his feet, mouth turned downward... The only time he really gave cognitive answers when someone from the school came in, but, even those, held some negativity to them. With tears with Marlon’s visit, to faux happiness (pretending he wasn’t even remotely upset) when the others came in, the adverse reactions were alarming.

Once he started opening up, though, he’d really only talk to those who actually visited him regularly. Anyone who wasn’t a visitor to him on a consistent basis would receive curt responses to any questions ; those who actually came in would likely receive information to their questions, though his voice would shut down at times if he felt stress buildup too severely.

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     Elbow propped on knee, palm resting against chin, he releases a bored sigh into the air, letting his switchblade in his free hand flip shut. ❝ Faire comme si de rien était... ❞

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    ❝ Anyway, everyday, I’m tryin’ t’get to it ; got her saved on my phone under big booty. ❞ Phone slid forward, he watches, waiting, a wink occurring after to dare them to press the call button to figure out who he changed the contact name of.

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Anonymous​ said: The anon just does not say anything just hands Mitch two whole gallons of milk and then states, "I dare you to drink these and not vomit your guts out."

——————  WITHOUT BREAKING EYE CONTACT WITH the mysterious individual, Mitch unscrews the cap from the first carton and places it to his lips. This is how he fucking dies -- someone stop him.

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Last time I did this, it was fun, so how well does your muse know Mitch? Take the Quiz!

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     Exhausted head leaned over ever-so-slightly against fist, letting cheek rest upon its knuckles with no grace. Within his free hand that had long stopped the process of bringing it to his lips laid a chicken nugget from a ten piece box ; there’s about seven left, but his lack of sleep from the night prior meant he’d probably just stare at them for....thirty minutes or so. 

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@trustinginthelight​​ (Minnie) said: “ don’t talk about yourself like that . ”

    ❝ I’m not gonna talk about myself all high and mighty, Min. ❞ There’s no way he could ever find the balance in that system to actually mean it ; the boys here tended to have one thing in common: they could fake aspects of themselves with confidence pretty amazingly. Mitch’s faux confidence came from just the extension of pushing away all the negative aspects with jokes in self-deprecation ; it worked so well that people actually joked back, or he’d end up making them want to leave -- either or.

     Then again, he couldn’t pretend that’s what the conversation had gone into when he’d declared himself an idiotic waste of space for not knowing the answers to this quiz. Arms fell flat on the table, head falling down to stare miserably at his failing grade on it ; the worst part of all was that he’d actually spent time on this one -- he’d studied and tested himself! How is it he’s so awful at this stuff, but he’s great when he’s NOT in the classroom? 

     What was the point in him continuing on in education? Even if he did graduate, he’d probably go nowhere else. Maybe he’d be that bum on the side of the road who gave out scarily accurate fortunes -- hah, even that wouldn’t be the case. He’d probably blow something up and go to prison on accident. Hand slid across the table, letting the parchment flutter to the floor without a singular care given. ❝ I just suck at everythin’ right now ; maybe everyone’s right that I’m stupid. ❞

                                                       → 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

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I still love the context of: never invite Mitch over because he will probably eat all your food.

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@puzzlepcice​​ said: “ what’s worse ; losing a lover , or losing your best friend ?? ”

——————  THIS IS WHY HE HATED truth or dare sometimes. Even if the game was fair and he could handle every single dare thrown at him ; he was a master of self-destructive behaviors and overzealous bravery, but what he couldn’t handle were...truths -- especially ones like this that forced him to relive the past. 

     Memories flooded his mind of the pain on both sides, though they were vastly different. On one hand, he had a guy he thought liked him who forced him to remain with him even if he wasn’t interested ; on the other hand, he had once lost Willy in a store and nearly lost his mind trying to turn every single aisle, shove down every single clothing rack, and interrogate every single person he came across -- for that forty-five minute period, he’d thought he’d never see him again ; it’d be the same sensation if he thought Marlon was dead, too...but Willy was one of the instances where he thought he had lost his best friend permanently. 

     ❝ Best friend, Clem. ❞ Arms crossed as card between index and middle tapped softly against jacket. ❝ Lovers are more likely to stab ya in the back than a best friend. That’s why if you’re gonna date someone, it should be a best friend of yours, ‘cause ya know ‘em best... Lookin’ for love advice or somethin’ here? ❞

                                                        Ⅳ. ❥ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐀𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐍 [ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ]

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——————   AFTERMATH OF DISOWNING !

When he’s given notice that his father no longer sees him as a son on his eighteenth birthday, Mitch’s life spirals out of control his senior year. Self-destructive behaviors run rampant for him that nobody really seems to notice at first. Partying, breaking laws, alcohol, speeding, sleeping for longer and longer periods of time (sometimes 24 hours on the weekend), randomly committing to an action without thinking through it, skipping class more often, etc... He becomes a beacon of depression that he outshines with stronger emotional outbursts that can switch on a dime.

He sees he has no future for himself (no college since he’d seriously need financial aid and that’s hard enough, no place to stay, nowhere to go, no job good enough to keep him on his feet) and stops caring about it ; his actions are a cry for help but he’s too proud to actually admit it.